I have an odd bond with my chiropractor -- he was born in Casanovia but spent many years in Auburn before moving here to Northern Virginia. We are both Auburnians who are not of Auburn (while I was born there, I was 2 when I escaped).
On Monday, we discussed the food in Auburn, and I got him all worked up for italian at Lasca's (which looks like a funeral home) and good italian bakeries and tasty Byrne Dairy Milk.
Today was my re-examination to see how my treatment has gone, and we spent a lot of time chit-chatting about how odd Auburn is, and how people who don't have the Auburn connection don't understand how fucking crazy it is.
This is the part where I could go into detail about a pizza from Wheels or Angelo's (where he mops the floor and then the oven, in that order, and with the same mop), but really I shouldn't have to. I'll just leave you with this:
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